This relates to many people. Especially those who have had a friend take your breathe away |
I don’t know how I found you I wasn’t looking for you How could I be? How could I ever know the certain tones in your voice, That would exist only for me? Where would I find the explorer who would take the time to tread tenderly across my tears, and find her way to the source of my soul--and find herself--so instantly at home? I never asked to have you in my life, because I neverthought you could exist--a mirror of my heart-- one whose reflection makes me smile at myself. Where would you be if I were looking for you? Would I find you in a novel--a dream--a star? I could not look for you in the usual places that people do. My heart cannot breathe there. I wanted you so much-- and thought that you were lost to my romanticism, To my idealism To a heart that needed more-- All the things that so many never knew— never saw --and laughed at me because I did. When I wasn’t looking, wasn’t searching--you appeared. And before I could catch my breath--you took it away--over and over again. You made me laugh--you made me cry--and somehow--made me love you. The only distance between us is the time I measure between saying good-bye And saying hello to you once again. You help me believe in myself, and in your heart--I see myself, and I feel so privileged to have a space there with my name on it. I wasn’t looking for you. How could I have been? You were always here--inside my heart--on hold. |